Bleeding from the newly opened wound, Adar cursed at his misfortune. He spat blood on the floor and it landed next to a dark red boot. A womanly curving frame leaned forward and a sinister smile clearly present on her face.

He found himself in the middle of a field watching a house burning down, the night sky and winter winds bit at his bare body as he watched in awe as a man ran to the house, crying out in anguish at the burning building in front of him.